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“I apologize, but the answer remains an unqualified no.” The dark-robed Opodian peered up over his blunt furred snout at the pudgy human who stood before the gilded entrance of the Great Temple of Ope’mot. “Are you quite certain?” the gray-haired man inquired, shoving a handful of carrots toward the temple’s gatekeeper. “I offer a…
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Ask Outversers what they miss most about their old stomping grounds in the home universe. A lot of them are going to wring their hands and whine about loved ones they left behind. Some lament the lack of literature, music, and entertainment holovids, once so abundant but now in grievously short supply. Others complain that…
The weary Konterbeid closed the file for the last Emergent processed into the Starkal Cliffs rehabilitation complex in the icy north of Hekayt Prime’s main continent. Thousands of new residents, crammed into a complex built to hold roughly three hundred small-time criminals. The outcast criminals who had called this place home each had been handed…
Cyrano Page wasn’t sure he could do it. In fact, he was almost certain that he couldn’t. The sublight engines of the stubby Telsat Industries one-man scout ship thrummed through the bulkheads as the Seraphim waited on the verge of the multiverse for the command that would send the ship hurtling toward rift drive velocity. One lever…